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250th

Quick america x reader birthday fluff for 4th of july!! i also had a smut ver in mind so lmk if i should write that too! TW: cuteness overload gn!reader wc: 805 A/N (I know its really short but i really wanted to post something for his birthday, if i have time ill probably re write it.)

Finally, it was his day. Well, every day was his day; he’s America! The number one of the G8! But today was different, his birthday. Two hundred and fifty years young! And spending it with you and his other friends.

You woke up super early, before him so you could make sure he had the most awesome day ever. First, calling all his fellow countries to come over and celebrate.

First, Britain was reluctant to come but confirmed  his attendance, muttering something about “Getting a better gift than that French frog would.” before he hung up.

Next, being France, also going to try and fight Britain again. Mentioning his support for the country only briefly.

China, going on a rant about his youth and then how disrespectful these young countries were today. (You’ll just have to take that as a yes.)

Russia, laughing and giving an ominous answer. At least he got to the point?

And Canada, you couldn't forget his brother. He would be there.

Then the Axis: you called Italy, who called Germany, and Japan. Cheerfully yapping through the phone how they would all be there and that he wouldn't miss it.

Everything was coming together nicely. The only thing left to do was to get him out of the house.

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Back into the warmth of your shared bed, you shook him gently, kissing his forehead with a smile.

“Amee!” You sang as he slowly came to. Stirring and reaching out for you. Grumbling something while you started the plan again.

“Happy birthday.” A small mumble before he pulled you closer against his chest. Muttering a small “Thank you, baby..” and about to fall right back to bed. He was so different from you. Flashy and confident with others but soft and needy under your gaze.

“Ame, you have to get up; I need you to do me a favor.. My stomach hurts so bad, will you go get me some medicine?” You knew he couldn't refuse you, no matter how tired he was. Planting a quick kiss to your lips, he rolled out of bed and put on some clothes quickly.

“Mmh’kay..” He huffed and hopped into some jeans and a T-shirt. Not caring about his bedhead or how he didn't even grab his glasses.

/

Red, white, and blue decor everywhere, a huge multi-layered cake in the middle of the table, and American classics surrounding the main course. Ribbons, tassels, banners. Everything was purely designed for him. Tons of food, lots of drinks. All you could hope was that he and everyone loved it.

Just as planned, everyone started flooding in: the G8, even other countries that tagged along. A lot of people came!

Your phone started to ring; America was on the other line. “Hey, dude, Ive been looking like, everywhere for the medicine you needed, but I couldn’t find it!” He groaned and continued, “Sorry, I hope it cleared by now. I'll be home soon though!” You could feel his cheeriness through the screen. A little laugh leaving you, the medicine brand didn’t even exist. You needed to be quick. gathering everyones attention and getting them quiet. The room was pitch black and cramped.

The door started to creak open, running over to greet your boyfriend. “Babe? Why's it so dark?” He called out with a slightly frightened tone.

You flicked the light on quickly and shouted along with everyone. “Surprise, America!” Grinning ear to ear as he looked so shocked. Hugging you and spun you around. America let you down and went to greet his friends. All of them looked so happy to see him, getting over their differences and celebrating him. It was all so heartwarming.

/

Each country gave him a little gift and sat with him at the large table you’d set up. Staring at the humongous cake. Tons of bright colors that represented him so well. You lit all of the candles and turned the monstrosity of vanilla layers and frosting toward him. With one big breath, he blew them all out, grinning childishly and all giddy.

He looked to you throughout the crowd, finding your eyes and smiling at you, only you. Appreciation written all over him.

/

Later into the night, when everyone was drinking and chatting amongst themselves, music playing, lights flickering, he tracked you down. Hugging you from behind and getting you somewhere private.

“Ame-!” You yelped as he tugged you into your room. Sitting with you on the bed.

“This has been like the best birthday ever; I love you.” He swelled with pride, hugging you tight again and smothering your face with kisses. Not stopping even when you had that cute flustered blush on your face and tried to pull him off. All of it only making him want you more.

When he finally did let you breathe, you whispered softly in his ear. “Anything for my hero.”

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Random headcannon I just thought of for America x reader

America most definitely would get so hard if you called him “your hero” Like what if you were fucking and you moan that? Woah

Am I onto something or on something lmk

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Random head cannons for the axis sfw

Wc: 504

work under the cut!!

my a03...

Italy - Still wears dresses around his house. After being dressed in Hungarys old clothes, he got very accustomed to the feminine wear. Usually it’s for nostalgia, but sometimes he genuinely just enjoys feeling pretty and wouldn’t be too embarrassed if someone caught him. But if you kept asking him about it he’d get a little shy. Hungary found out and sends him some dresses and other cute things in the mail for Italy. They even video call each other and he shows her how they look on him. Austria joins in sometimes out of curiosity but doesn’t have that much of an opinion on it. At the most he’s just a little shocked all over again because he genuinely thought little Italy was a girl. It’s just very nice and nostalgic for all of them. I like to think Austria and Hungary are almost mom and dad like to Italy. (This is Aushun implication!!! I love them.)

Germany - reads romance novels / fanfiction, loves rom/coms, and most definitely has a kindle. It’s very thrilling and emotional for him when he reads or watches things of that nature. Is also a sucker for Chinese dramas. (American reality tv too, though it’s more of a time to time thing, not often. Has seen a few episodes of Baddies or Love island though.) Would be sooo embarrassed if someone knew. Mostly just scared to be seen in a certain way by others if they found out. Doesn’t want to seem weird or anything because of society’s views on men liking girly things. Something of that nature. And after Japan introduced him to manga, he was hooked. Has a subscription to Crunchyroll. Specifically read romance story’s and nsfw mangas too. Will even venture out on a secret Reddit account or other social medias about his favorite mangas, movies, dramas, etc. Will get into heated debates about his fandoms. Keeps all of his mangas and kindle in a safe underneath his bed. Super paranoid.

Japan - Hosts many tea parties with England. They schedule them regularly, and bring various snacks and different types of teas from each other’s home. Sometimes they’ll host them at Englands house or japans, depends on weather or just how they feel at the time. Both of them bond over their love for the drink and get very heated when they see others not make it right. Like, they hear Americans microwave water and just dip a tea bag in any old mug, just drinking it like that. Or they add tons of sugar or too little or not enough milk. They are absolutely outraged. Japan brings his mangas and shows England ones that he think he’ll like. And England tells Japan old story’s about being young and a pirate. Sometimes tells each other about their country’s current news. But their favorite thing to do, is rank the types of teas. They’ve both have had every. Single. Type. Of tea. There is. True connoisseurs. (China wants to be invited, but doesn’t like England)

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One after the other

Sfw, fluff, based off the end panels in volume seven. wc: 830

Summary: Yukio freaks out about his moles, again.

I love Yukio so much he's so ahh!!!!!!! Hes so moe!!!!!!

He was such a worrywart. A few moles wouldn't kill him; he'd be fine. Well, unless they were cancerous... But you thought every single one was so cute. While he freaked out at the mention of any blemish.

Yukio just didn't understand.

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​It's early, too early. The sun was barely hanging in the sky as Yukio slid out of bed, trotting to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Despite the warmth that drove him closer and closer to taking the day off to stay with you, he had a duty to his students. The loss of the heat beside you made you squirm and reach out for nothing.

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Slowly waking up to see Yukio staring right back. Blinking the sleep from your eyes while he smiled at your tired face. Cupping your cheek as he explained, “I’ll be leaving for work soon.. Go back to bed, m’kay?”

​

A soft coo that made you melt even more, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you sat up. An endearing flush on his cheeks.

​

“I'm already awake now...” You grumbled with faux anger as he walked toward your shared closet. Slipping off his pajama pants, opening the drawers where his True Cross Academy teacher uniform sat.

​

“What's the point of getting up so early?  School doesn't start for another two hours!”

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You whined and huffed as he turned around, pants in hand, and struggling to put them on and talk at the same time. Hopping a little while, he chuckled.

​

“It's my job as a teacher to get there before my students and fellow educators. And I forgot to plan today's lesson, so that's partially why too...” An embarrassed, sheepish grin on his face. Hand on the back of his neck. Before he turned around to grab his shirt and the iconic black exorcist cloak.

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It wasn't meant to be attractive at all, just his shoulders facing you and his shirt falling to the ground. Back barren to you in all its glory. Freckled and little adorable moles scattered along his skin

​

You could name every one; hell, you had already traced every mark and engraved it into your memory. Freckles, constellations and stars along his skin, beautiful with every different shape and hue.

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Though he’d never see it that way. Always little burdens littered on his body.

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You scanned over him, Yukio bending forward a little to look for his shirt. Jumping while you screeched loudly.

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He whipped around and panted heavily, “W-what happened?!”

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“You have a new one!” Scrambling out of bed, you ran over to turn him back around and ran your hand down his back all the way to the mole on his lower back, close to his side and just above his pants waistband.

​

“What?!” He yelped and gripped the dresser tight. Holding on for dear life as the impact of having another dreadful blemish hit. Teeth gritting together while you were ecstatic. Hugging him tight while he trembled and heaved. Heart rattling against his chest. Finger pressing into the spot that had appeared on him.

​

As you let go and kneeled down behind him, you noticed the shape. Biting your lip as you tried to stifle your laughter, noticing the shape of his cluster of circles.

​

“I-is that.. Orion?”

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“Orion? As in the...”

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“The constellation, yeah.”

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The whole room was silent. Except for the meek noises Yukio let out. Leaning against the drawers for full support. As if his legs would give out at any second.

“Ah, Yukio!”

Now fully slumped and falling. From the dresser to his knees and finally, his back. His face pale and ghostly. You got closer, fully ready to give him CPR. But he managed to rasp out a few words. “I don't even get any sun…”

“It's okay, they're just moles!!” You cried and shook him. All you earned was a glare as he sat up, yanked his shirt from the hangers, and put it on with pure rage. He stomped around while he hurried through the room, getting ready for work. You chased after him and tried to calm his anger.

He was too quiet, racing through your home and only stopping at the door to face you.

“I have to leave now. I love you.” His voice broke and cracked pitifully. Pressing a few kisses on your cheek as the door shot open and shut just as quickly.

Everything happened so suddenly, even watching his race to the academy as he pulled out his phone. Probably dialing his doctor again.

At least you could laugh about it and not be whined at now.

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While his students started to flood into the classroom, a sense of gloom filled the air.

A boy noticed and asked him what was wrong, only to get his mentor muttering the same word over again at him.

“O-Orion?”

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Defrosted and Deranged. Draft for chapter nine.

If you haven't read the other eight chapters yet. DO NOT read this one. Spoilers and confusion lie ahead. You'll constantly be saying "Whats the deal with flowers?" or, "Uhm why is there sooo much tension!?"

Story under the cut, feel free to comment criticism and any thoughts of my work, I enjoy them a lot.

After one awkward night, you were constantly losing focus. Forgetting to wipe a counter, misplacing little things. Your thoughts kept drifting back to replays of the sweaty warmth and sticky touches of that night.

While bending over to pick up your clothes, you were reminded of being pressed into your pillows. The familiar warmth of blood rushing to your head, an almost phantom pressure on your hips again.

You sat up so quickly your vision got a little fuzzy.

You leaned on your wall as you caught your breath. Not being able to help but feel like he was there, one strong hand pinning you down. Whispering dirty things and snaking down to places that ached for him despite your better (sober) judgement.

“Oh god..” you moaned to yourself, shaking your head side to side. This was so embarrassing!

It's okay, both of you were just drunk, and it's not like you'll need to see him again anytime soon. Alcohol affects people in many different ways. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself, even as you try to rationalize it, your chest tightens with shame and something else you could never describe.

Guilt swirled fiercely, twisting emotions together with confusion. The boundaries seemed hazy, and every time you thought about it, you couldn't tell if you wanted to run from the feeling or chase it all over again.

Even though.. Your flowers were rotting… Could you even use that excuse anymore? Did you go to his shop to replace your flowers, or was it to see him once more? The flowers used to be a soft reminder of home and to keep who you were alive in such a cold wasteland. Those bright faces always made your apartment feel warmer. But every petal carried traces of his laughter or the look in his eyes.

With a sigh, you plopped down on your couch, which didn't spare you much either. More memories shot through your already turmoiling mind.

A soft scream muffled by your pillow. While your cheeks warmed up again.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Russia grew impatient. You should've been here by now. Russia grumbled as he sat back into his old chair. The upholstery is torn and shredded, the oak wood is chipped, and the metal accents worn. Damaged from countless nights of uncontrolable emotions.

Russia remembered the day you walked in, determined and cheery. A shared passion between the two of you. But it wasn't just that, it was the way you looked at him. Unconditional, pure trust. It was obvious you’d liked him physically; he was used to that. But you kept that hidden, focusing on him. Not the outside, but the layered, complex inside.

Even when he tried to coax the real reason you stuck around out of you, all he found was the want to be close to him. And he still couldn't trust it. How would someone ever willingly become his “Friend” when all he ever knew was the force and submission of his current comrades? This couldn't go anywhere but his way, for the sake of his own mind.

You will not leave him.

He gripped the armrests tightly. Maybe he was too pushy—if that was the problem. But he didn’t really care. If wanting you was a crime, then Russia was guilty. He’ll do what he needs to.

It wasn't beneath him to apologize if that's what you really wanted, but he’ll just find some excuse and whine his way out of it.

Either way, you were late. Your flowers are rotting, and you need to replace them! That complimentary “plant food” isn't food; he knows they're wilting without even checking on you again.

Suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts, the energy from the anger that simmered and sizzled through his veins one last time. He sprang up as soon as he heard the bell ding, signalling your arrival.

Absolutely seething as he walked to the front, yet smiling sweetly when he met your timid face. How could he stay mad at you?

So what?! You were only there because you needed new flowers.. They're just so special to you. Though, looking at them more closely, you kept noticing small similarities between him and your beloveds.

Irelevant!!

“Good morning.” Your poker face was perfect.

However, only to you.

“Привет, the usual?” He grinned deviously.

“Yes,” You cleared your throat. He turned and started to retrieve your order.

“Uh.. About last night…” Yet stopped dead in his tracks.

Without looking at you, he responded softly. “What about it?”

What about it?!

“I just wanted to say I apologize, and that it won't happen again. We are just friends, I'd like to make that clear.” The words were so disgustingly bitter coming out. It was too harsh for your liking. How could you be mad at him? It was just the liquor..

Russia turned, “Did you not like it?”

“Excuse me?” The words were more meek than the assertiveness you'd practiced earlier. absolutely stunned at the straightforward question.

He stared at you with the most innocent, pure eyes you had ever seen. Round and unblinking.

“I didn't make you feel good? Was it bad?” His eyebrow furrowed just enough to make your stomach sink. Almost sounding sad.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment. Pumps stuttering as you sputtered out your words. Trying so desperately to gather yourself and remain “stoic.”

“N-no! It did feel good, I just-”

“So you liked it?” Russia beamed brightly. “I'm so glad..”

Before you knew it, he'd already fetched you what you wanted, materializing next to you. Towering over your figure, while the little swinging doors next to the counter swished from the speed of him.

A loud gulp left you. Pulling a soft chuckle from him.

Slowly, he kissed your cheek once, then a second time on the other cheek. Too slowly…

A louder laugh echoed out. “What is with the blush? This is normal in Russia. It is just what friends do, right?” Russia knew exactly what he was doing. A sly sneer crimped into his lips.

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Chapter Ten of Defrosted & Deranged.

Possible Tw's : Angst, choking, mentions of killing and blood, and other things. If your'e uncomfortable with this, please dont read :(

Wc : 1.9k

In the dense, boreal forests, there are wolves. Belts of coniferous trees stretch and dominate from Karelia in the west to Siberia and the Pacific Ocean. The canopies cover the canine's existence. In this taiga, they prowl, never to be seen in the day.

Another snowy day clouded the sky. For once, Russia would need to tend to his business as a country. Different tasks, ranging from dirty work and tasks beneath his bosses to even dirtier work and tasks beneath even commoners. They were all handled by him.

Enforcing the code, killing those who got in the way. The worker bee that remains loyal to the queen. Yet, also the drone, right hand of the queen. Forever just within her grasp, and stuck in the honey she produced.

Early in the morning, he walked to the Kremlin. An almost lethargic slowness as Russia unwillingly walked into the Red Square. Soft snow falling onto his back and dissolving into the Moskva River. Reluctantly, Ivan entered the fortress.

“S-sir Russia, welcome home!” Lithuania stuttered, shocked by his master's sudden appearance. Home… The words tasted bitter to Russia.

“It has been so long, where have you been?”

“Oh, Toris.” Ivan just smiled. That same smile that shook Lithuania to his core, yet faltered ever so slightly. Now, a quivering lip trying its best to curve into a grin. Before Ivan made his way to his superior's office. The cold, dark walls were just as familiar as always. A quiet warning.

He was drowning. The call of his superiors could only be ignored for so long. The impending doom of his punishment was coming closer with every hall he moved through and every door he passed. Echoes of Ivan’s footsteps and the shallow breathing in his lungs were the only things to be heard. A pin could drop, and it would sound like a scream.

So many tall, gloomy doors. Ceilings so long they looked down on you. Even through the miles-long palace, it felt like it would collapse and close in on him at any moment. Smothering him slowly, staring straight into his eyes, and smiling while it happened.

The last room surrounded him, the doorknob glimmering and beckoning him closer. Ivan hesitated just for a moment, shivering hands reaching for painstakingly slow. The hairs on his arms stood up, a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. Gulping down the knot in his throat as the barrier keeping Ivan from the certain death awaiting him opened. A small squeak from the hinges ripped through the air.

“Russia, Ive been expecting you.” He turned to face the country. Ivan stiffened, walked up to the oak desk, and sat down reluctantly. Leather was sticking to his palms and swallowing him.

A window was open, large drafts of wind howling outside of the glass and pouring into the small, yet grand office. Dim and black, only lit by the small, rare strands of sun that poked through the clouds. An antique, golden gramophone played soft music. Russian classics and famous Slavic singers cooing out of the metal.

“And where have you been? Hm?”

And somehow, the wolf, once cunning, whimpered under the other of his species. The delta always remains just one step under the alpha.

“Ive been in Moscow.. A-Attending to personal affairs.”

“Personal affairs? Well, that just about explains it all, doesn't it? Months of absence are entirely excused now?” The Alpha shot back. Eyes locking onto poor Ivans.

Russia's mouth, which quivered to open, was ultimately silenced.

“Do you remember the old days, Russia?” His head cocked to the side. Ivan nodded obediently.

“The old, you’s?” The country's breath was snatched from him. Something throbbing in his neck.

“The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics! Wasn't it a time?” The man exclaimed loudly. “You used to be so different, didn't you?”

All Russia could do was sit in horror. The memories flood back to him.

“More importantly, what you could do. Surviving the most spectacular of experiments and trials.” The Alpha stood up and paced around the room. Naming almost every “scientific” investigation put onto Russia.

The blood splayed, the tools tested. Anything that was questioned, his body would provide the answer. Or, allow a mild way to pass the time.

There was no escape; Russia put his head in his arms. Tears soaked the sleeve of his coat.

Two callused hands clasped around Ivan's neck. Slipping under the white scarf that stayed glued to his throat. A swealtering breath seeped into his ear, while fingers traced the long scar that littered Russia.

“USSR..?” It slipped through him. Those hands tightened more and more. Russia's fingers were gripping the desk so hard that it could splinter, trying to pull himself off the chair and out of his superior's grasp.

“Come on..”

Only a strangled garble left him. Choking for air, and on his sobs. Body jerking violently.

“Fight back.” It was etched into his skin. The record needle scratched the plastic.

A black cover washed over Ivan's eyes, his fingers starting to rest. Body going limp.

Before the hands threw him against the table, out of their grasp.

“You are bound to this life. To me. There is no escape.” It bit and snarled. Making its way back to its throne.

Ivan gasped and clawed for air, drool dripping from his mouth. Tears sticky on his face, and his whole body shivered erratically. Nerves vibrating and tingling through the calves of his legs and the tips of his fingers.

“Leave.” And all he could do was nod. Russia scrambled up, limping to the door. Ivan couldn't do this. Couldn’t stay in this confined castle, but couldn't slip away from it either. In this labyrinth of forthcoming ruin, he was forever stuck. There was no solution, but maybe you would make it just bearable enough. Bearable long enough for him to hatch a plan to leave.

If that was even possible.

He finally reached the entrance doors, leaving the palace behind for now. Snow settling on his back again.

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A light knock at your door startled you, but it was comforting all the same. You hopped off your bed and trotted to your splintering white door. Opening it to reveal a gloomy Ivan. Leaning against the door for stability. Looking desperate and oh so utterly disheveled.

‘’I-Ivan, what happened?” He didn't speak, though, just whined something inaudible and fell onto you. Nearly having you collapse onto the floor. Both of you walked to your bed. Lying on your back while he nuzzled into your neck.

He was nothing like his usual cocky self. Now shaking like a soaked kitten, straw-like hair sticking up, and a heavy body clinging so desperately to you. His outside clothes were wet and dirtied by the merciless downpour of snow.

It all made your stomach churn and curdle with a certain sadness. He’ll probably open up later; now just wasn’t the time for it, you thought to yourself.

Carefully, you stroked his hair and held him closer. Pulling the duvet cover up onto yourselves and making sure he was comfortable.

“Can you at least breathe?”

He sniffled out a single word.

“да…”

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(Un) Private Moments Alone.

Lied shax x reader, light smut/i dont go into too much detail. mostly just something i can post for right now. light NSFW under the cut. Not beta read sorryy wc: 1.23k

Posted on my Ao3 too, definitely check it out.

Work always gets hard for people. If you say you never have any trouble doing your job, you either have the easiest, stupidest job on earth, or you're lying. There is no between.

At the very least, days off exist, right? It's some comfort to those low on the food chain. Like yourself. It's sad to think of it that way though. Look on the bright side, it's finally your day off. You could have no breaks. Less than minimum wage pay, etc etc.

So what better way to spend this precious day than doing everything you like to do.

First, wake up from sleep, and then go straight back to bed. Usually in your boyfriend Lied's warm arms but he sadly had to work today. A corporate job that wasn't a good fit for him, but in the meantime, it was good money.

Well your old stuffies were there! A substitute for today. They smell like him and you. You hold the one that smells like him the most. Skin musk and sandalwood. 

Second, you reluctantly awake, getting a little snack and then sitting on the couch. The couch you and he bought when you first rented this apartment. Small, but big enough for the both of you to fit. The ice cream you picked out a few days ago at the convenience store tasted so good. Neapolitan is one of the most amazing ice creams! Its a little childish to eat something not breakfast-like at all for breakfast. But you justified it with those health people on TikTok telling you "There's no such thing as a breakfast food, anything you eat in the morning is breakfast because breakfast is just break-fast!” They were somewhat true, but that's not stopping breakfast foods from being associated with breakfast. 

God that didn't even sound like a word anymore.

Third, you watched a movie or show, maybe a romcom, maybe a drama, whatever seemed right for the day. Maybe a nice, warm comedy. Or, even an anime. Nothing said “Nice day off” better than an anime and some ice cream while cuddled up on your couch. 

Fourth, you finished a few episodes and scrolled on social media. Reading news articles, watching funny cat videos, stupid stuff. 

Hours passed from this routine, there wasn't much else to do anyway. The sun hung low in the sky as time went on. It was getting dark and you needed to do one last thing. A shower, hair getting oily and bothersome, you went and gathered a towel or two. Trotting off to the bathroom to run the water. 

A bath or a shower.. Hmmm…

A warm bath would suffice. The worry of wasting water is gone, today is a treat!

You sit atop the toilet seat, scrolling on your phone while you wait.

The water is loud as it runs, but it's not annoying. Almost calming at this time at night. Your phone goes off. A little chime dedicated to your boyfriend's contact. 

“Hey, I'll be late coming home tonight, work is so needyy. Sorry baby!!” 

You text back a quick reply, letting him know it's fine and you love him. Before standing up again. Slipping off your clothes and letting them drop onto the floor. Hopping into the bath slowly and steadily. 

It's warm, suffocatingly so. Like a blanket draped over you then tucked and tightened by your parents. The loofah, a prized stuffie. Shower products? A night light, another toy, and maybe even a bedtime storybook.

It all feels very comforting. It's quiet, the only sounds are the opening of caps, and sloshing of water. There's something so serene about it all. Another slosh echoes as you raise your leg, running the loofah up and down your skin, all soapy and a little rough against your smoothness. 

Almost sensual, imagining it's not just you in this tub makes it worse. What if Lied was right behind you, right now. Washing your back, playing with your hair, touching you? Hot breath fanning over yo- stop. This is a nice relaxing bath. Nothing more nothing less.

But.. You’re all alone.. No one can hear you or see you right now. Why not indulge? Hmm? The devil on your right shoulder coos and persuades you this one time. A hand snaking down between your legs. Sliding up and down yourself. It feels so weird and different in the water.. But a good kind of weird. 

Now you’re so smooth and soft, body wet and warm. You close your eyes…

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Lied is absolutely dying at work. Typing reports out frantically, genuinely about to shed tears. The whole office is pure chaos. Somehow, someway, he sneaks off to the bathroom. Successfully getting a small break from it all. 

He slumps against the toilet, feeling around his pockets for his phone, that is nowhere to be found. Hopefully sitting at his desk where he forgot. He whines and stomps his foot a bit. Angry and bored, and very bored. Lied decides to play a little trick on you. Taking over your hearing for a moment. It's hard because you're so far away but his powers are stronger than when he was a kid in Babyls. 

For a moment everything is silent, and then it's so loud. His ears turned black.

You're moaning, high pitched and breathy, water overflowing onto the floor. Shocked would be an understatement. Lied was trembling, imagining you in what seems to be the bath, touching yourself. And.. at the thought of him?!

Your little cries, “Lied” over and over. Blood racing toward the rising bulge of his pants. You have no idea how badly you affect him, and this? Tenfold. 

You don't even notice, lost in how good you feel, imagining him there with you, touching you himself. It's so surreal. Now, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bad for doing this, but that's your boyfriend.. And he'd never know right?

Well, until you couldn't see anymore, then you finally understood. Sight and hearing both taken by him. And all you could do was whimper louder. Why not put on a show, huh?

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Welcome to the NHK is the greatest anime of all time, and no one ratios my goat Sato Tatsuhiro.